(Ok this is another one of those edited chapters. If you want to read the entire chapter complete with the sex go to the M section and this chapter is under the story Companion - the missing sections. Otherwise this is the same story just minus the suggestive bits. Thanks for reading Precious)

Tim walked up to the dilapidated club with Abby by his side and couldn't help smirking as everyone stared as they walked past.

"McGee…this is going to be so cool! This place was an old bordello dance hall but they are tearing it down to put some eco friendly multi level car park in. Can you imagine the stories this old place could tell? It's probably seen more sex and disgrace than the White House"

Abby enthusiastically chatted as she waived to friends in passing as they got closer.

Tim could also feel Dante's eyes burning into him from where he stood concealed in the darkness. The outfit he had chosen had obviously got Dante's seal of approval as he was currently filling his head with searing lustful images consisting mostly of tearing his clothes off and having his wicked way with his Companion in the street.

Tim swallowed and tried to clear his head of the images that were making it difficult for him to control his straining erection. And in the fitted pants he was wearing that was making it difficult for him to walk.

"Hey there beautiful people" Dante growled as he stepped in between the two of them and slid a cool arm around both Tim and Abby's waist. Abby jumped in surprise.

"Oh hey. Wow. Seriously you look HOT! Oh we are so going to clean up tonight I can just feel it"

Dante grinned and stepping in front of them, did a slow twirl with his arms out.

"Do I look nice and human?" he asked with a wicked grin.

Tim's eyes hungered for him and eagerly took in his bright cobalt blue silk shirt that he wore completely open showing off his glorious pale chest. He had the sleeves rolled up as well and he had paired the shirt with shiny black leather pants and sharp black ankle boots.

With his pale skin, bright searing blue eyes and prominent fangs he needed no other adornment than his beauty to draw the attention of the growing crowds lining up to enter the club.

"How about we make a real entrance tonight? What do you think Abby?" Dante turned to her with a grin.

"Ok what do you have in mind?"

"Do you trust me?" Dante smirked and Abby looked over his shoulder at Tim who was trying not to laugh at Dante's theatrics.

"Ok"

"Then hold tight to me"

Abby felt a whooshing sound in her ears and suddenly everything went black and then she found herself standing on top of the mirrored bar inside the club. There was a moment's hesitation and then she struck a snarling pose flashing her fangs at the startled audience.

Dante snapped his black leather wings out behind Abby and Tim and his voice carried to the far corners of the club even though it was only soft.

"We have arrived" He hissed and he held out a hand to first Abby and then Tim and the three of them stood on top of the bar as the center of attention as patrons crowded around. White smoke curled around their feet and fell in a continuous sheet to the floor. Their reflections showing black, red and white bounced off the many mirrors in the room throwing the effect further.

"We are poets of the flesh. Be warned" Tim declared ominously with a flash of his fangs.

Spontaneous applause broke out from the crowd as Dante and Tim jumped down and then helped Abby down off the bar.

"We are poets of the flesh? Be warned?" Abby raised an eyebrow at Tim who blushed slightly.

"Sorry I got a bit carried away. But it seemed appropriate."

Dante smiled "No it was perfect."

Abby turned to Dante who appeared completely normal now that his wings had once again vanished.

"Aren't you worried about being discovered doing things like that?" Abby enquired and Dante shrugged.

"The more obvious it is the less people seem to notice. If anyone asks I'm the next Chris Angel. I put a suggestion in the mind of the manager that I was here this afternoon scouting around for somewhere to do some effects. Its all smoke and mirrors. Besides I thought you might like to make an impression. It sounds like you're here to win?"

Abby smiled "Oh yes definitely"

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Abby had danced and disappeared into the crowd at times to say hello to friends before returning eagerly to their side and Dante had terrified several people when he had suddenly turned up at the bar to get them drinks. Tim had watched Dante and Abby dance in perfect synchronization to several songs together, enthusiastically refusing their entreaties for him to join them preferring to watch from the sidelines.

The three of them had scored an old long wooden chaise lounge. It was scratched and chipped but its gold paint and faded red velvet attested to its former glory. From their prime spot in a corner of the large room they could check out all of the other party goers.

The music pounded through the club and Tim watched in amazement as a parade of different outfits clamored for his attention. There were black fairies, hunch backs, mad scientists and weird and wonderful monsters and freaks of all kinds. One guy was dressed completely normally except for a woman's heeled shoe tied on top of his head.

That fascinated Tim more than some of the more complex outfits.

Tim looked across the large room with its crystal chandeliers, exposed wiring, molding plaster walls, mirrored pillars, sagging velvet curtains and various alcoves and stages to see who Abby was pointing at.

"See? The Minotaur? I think he's our main competition."

Tim squinted to see a man in bare feet with torn jeans wearing a large horned bulls head. He was completely shirtless and the shining strobeing lights picked up the sheen of sweat on his sculpted chest and broad muscular shoulders.

"Would you like me to take him out for you Abby?" Dante grinned evilly and Abby laughed.

"Oh no thanks. I think I can live with a bit of competition."

Dante nodded then he sat up, turned to Abby and gave her a little bow.

"By the way Mistress Abigail I must thank you personally for the invitation tonight. I have been to many parties over the decades but it has been many lifetimes since I was actually invited to one"

Abby inclined her head formally in return.

"Well Dante I hope to see that rectified in the future. I'm hoping you can drag McGee out for a bit more fun. He was in danger of becoming a real stick in the mud."

Dante laughed as he sprawled back between Abby and Tim across the couch. Tim couldn't help notice the number of people looking towards them admiringly. He knew they must make quite an interesting trio and Dante couldn't help but draw stares as he radiated sex appeal and masculine energy. What was surprising Tim though was the number of stares HE was getting from women passing through the crowd.

"You should not be surprised Companion at your own beauty. Just remember who it was that you came with tonight"

Dante smirked at Tim and placed a possessive hand on his warm thigh and squeezed.

Tim tried to look thoughtful

"Abby?" he questioned innocently and Dante growled at him playfully.

"What's up?" Abby asked feeling that she had missed something.

"Oh it appears that my Companion is feeling mischievous tonight, that's all"

"Really?" Abby grinned "Well let's get him down to dance then. As punishment"

Dante laughed again as Tim's smile fell "I like the way you think Dream Walker."

The two of them turned to a protesting Tim and pulled him down off the couch and onto the dance floor. Before Tim could argue that he really wasn't that great a dancer he found himself sandwiched between Dante and a laughing Abby on the crowded dance floor.

After the initial clumsiness it didn't actually take that much for him to fall into a sort of rhythm with the music as Dante and Abby swayed and ground against him. Tim felt the couple of drinks he had drunk lightening his concerns as Dante stroked his ass through the soft leather of his pants and wove his hands around his waist and slid his fingertips up under his jacket to touch his bare flesh. Abby had wedged one thigh either side of Tim's and was slowly working the zip on Tim's jacket down trying to get a better look at the ink work of the tattoo as she swayed against him.

Tim lolled his head back against Dante's shoulder as he felt the hands running all over him and the music seemed to be pounding as fast as his heart beat. He felt so hot with them pressed against him and Dante's hands felt so cool against his skin. Touching him……

Tim's eyes snapped open.

"Uh guys would you mind…uh backing off a bit?" Tim's voice was a bit strangled as he struggled to fight his arousal. How embarrassing!

Abby ignored him and simply pushed the jacket open wider baring more of his pale chest to her gaze and what felt like half the dance floor who were watching the charismatic threesome.

Dante reached deeper for his companion's thoughts to see what was bothering him and gasped as he felt his heart pound and the blood rushing and his breath hitching. Dante moaned in Tim's ear as he felt his companion's mortal lust over run him and he hardened in response.

"Abby!" Tim squeaked "we need to get off the dance floor right NOW"

"What? Why? I thought you were enjoying it?" Abby suddenly registered the heat straining against her hip and the hungry predatory look in Dante's eyes from over Tim's shoulder.

"Oh. Ok" Abby grinned and turning pushed her way through the heaving crowd until they made it back to 'their' lounge in the dark far corner. It was a mark of their presence that it had been left untouched for them to return to.

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Abby attempted to nonchalantly check her nails as she waited for Tim to recover. She heard him struggle to sit up and then his zipper being pulled back up.

"Thank you Abby" Dante whispered into her ear "I needed that"

Abby giggled and she turned to look at McGee again who was flushing bright red under her scrutiny.

She grinned "You are looking a little flushed there Timmy. I might go and get us all some cold drinks what do you think?"

Tim stammered overcome with embarrassment

"Abby…I'm sorry I shouldn't have ….we shouldn't have…"

Abby just raised her hand and cut him off "Don't worry about it. I would have done it if I was in the same situation. Besides I don't think you had much of a choice in the matter really."

Dante grinned as Abby headed towards the bar and Tim banged his head repeatedly against the back of the couch.

"You know Timothy. I think I really like her"

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"And the winner is….. Dante's Coven!"

The crowd cheered as Dante strutted up to the podium followed by Abby and Tim. Dante bowed before waiving Abby forward to accept the large trophy. She stood in front of the crowd grinning looking magnificent in her tight scarlet red PVC corset, black mini skirt and boots. There were several hoots and whistles at her and Dante stepped forward and arced sparks between his fingers and Tim attempted to look menacing or at least mysterious on her other side.

Abby threw back her head and laughed before linking arms with Dante and Tim and making her way back to the dance floor.

The announcer stepped back in front of the microphone "Thank you everyone for your efforts tonight. I hope you stay on and continue to party with us. You don't even have to worry about wrecking the place as the demolition crew will be here tomorrow anyway to tear this place down."

The crowd roared and the music started up again in full swing.

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"Yeah" Abby punched the night air and whirled to find her guys as she pulled herself away from a congratulatory crowd.

She took a few steps and peered down the side alley that ran the length of the club and smiled.

Dante had Tim pushed up against the side of the building and he seemed to have his head buried in his neck. Tim's eyes were shut and he had a look of ecstasy on his face as he clung limply to Dante.

Abby smile faded away as she stood alone in the car park with her trophy in her hand. It had been a great night but ultimately at the end of it she was alone again.

Abby had always hoped that when the time came for her to settle down into a more secure sort of relationship that she would be able to return to McGee. He was someone who didn't judge her for being different and didn't insist on answers when she cried out frightened in the night by the things she had seen. He would just hold her and soothe her until she fell asleep in his arms once more. He understood how committed she was to NCIS and her work and didn't begrudge the hours she put in. He was someone who was caring and intelligent and gentle.

Now as Abby watched her friend wrapped around Dante as they whispered to each other she could feel their intimacy and she knew that that path was forever closed to her. She could never go back to Tim now. He had already found someone else who surprised and challenged him.

The pain hit her harder than she realized and Abby felt tremendously alone. Why couldn't she find someone like Dante? Someone who would understand that she was different and love her anyway. Someone who could keep up with her bursts of energy and frantic razor sharp mind? She had been at that party too when McGee and Dante had met for the first time. Why hadn't he picked her?

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Dante groaned as he healed the puncture wounds in Tim's neck.

"Do you know what you smell like to me? Like sex, sweat, blood and leather." Dante whispered burying his head back into his Companions neck and drowning himself in Timothy's intoxicating scent.

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Tim swallowed

"Let's go."

Dante laughed as Tim grabbed his hand and staggered off the wall, his knees still weak from where Dante had drunk from him.

"Farewell Abby" Dante bowed politely while Tim waived and tugged Dante around the corner at the same time.

"Yeah bye Abby! Thanks for inviting us. I had a great time" Tim smiled and Abby smiled sadly back as she watched him weaving slightly as if drunk his mind already far way on whatever Dante had promised him.

"Bye guys!" Abby waived and a minute later she saw a slight flash light up the edge of the street and she knew they were gone.

Abby stood alone again and sighed. Well she should try and get hold of a cab. She hoisted the large trophy under her arm and started to trudge back towards the entrance to the club. Maybe she could find someone to share a ride home?

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Lyric smiled his lips pulling back in an unfamiliar grimace. It was ridiculous really. Dante hadn't just got himself a human Companion, how he had human's friends, he was going to human parties.

Lyric had felt the Dream Walkers yearning and deep loneliness and he found himself changing his plans. Oh yes this would be so much better. The ultimate betrayal would come from someone he trusted. The sweetness of it appealed to Lyric.

He would have to be careful. She was a Dream Walker and powerful in her own way but still it would be worth the risk. He could find out so much this way and have not just the Companion but Dante himself destroyed.

Lyric smiled again as he watched her standing alone and vulnerable in the dark.

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Monday morning was the very first time the white roses were delivered to Abby's lab.

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